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us into a boiled cabbage foundry and then watch him die of the noise. Papa is not Sensitized; he doesn't understand that the esthete really would die—Papa resists the vibrations of the esthetic environment with which I have striven to surround him, if you get what I mean.
Oh, to be Sensitized! To be Sensitized! To vibrate like a reed in the wind! To thrill like a petal in the sun!
I'm having a study of my aura made. You know, one's soul gives off certain colors, and if one's individuality is to be in tune with the Cosmic All, one must take care that the colors about one do not jar with one's own Psychic Hue.
And after one has found one's soul color, one can find the scent to match that color, if you get what I mean.
I am going to have the house re-decorated, with a sweet subtle blending of perfumes in every room!
I have always been good at matching things, anyhow—I perceive affinities at a glance. Psychic people do.
When I was quite a small child Mamma always used to take me with her to the shops if there were ribbons or anything like that to be matched.
I just loved it, even as a baby! And I think it is the greatest fun yet.
Often I go through half a dozen shops, not be-
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